An ethereal man is sitting in a simple chair in front of a bottomless abyss.

'He' who no longer belongs to the mortal world is called The Wisher, appearing hundreds of years ago.

Always in the same place and with the same look at receiving people.

At first, all of them hearing the rumor of getting their wishes come true were soon dismissed, as their lifeless corpses appeared outside the dungeon as if it didn't want them to rot inside.

The ones who were able to go through it were called Masters.

The Dungeon of Wishes started being called The Dungeon of Trials too.

But they were always asking themselves, just who The Wisher is?

The mysterious being that suddenly was discovered in that dungeon has never exited that place,

Always sitting in a chair at first. When you go through the dungeons, he is at the brink of the abyss like nothing, watching everything with desolation in his eyes.

Even when the war between realms broke loose, he never moved from that place.

But that's because that is the place his wish was made, even until now, 'he' continues to wish, looking at that bottomless abyss that has a slight pure light.

"You don't know how much I've wished and wished for you to not have fallen… Ultima…" With a melancholic look, 'he' gazes at the abyss below him and tries to step at it again.

But a barrier that prevented him to fall is always there.

"You know, the other day some interesting individuals came… one could even retain his consciousness in that abysmal darkness… I could even meet our old friend again. He is still in that 'state'…" Says The Wisher as he pauses, showing grimace, pain, and sadness, on his ethereal face.

Looking at the boundless abyss below him, he continues "They might be able to fulfil our long-forgotten wish… it might take years, but if it's them, I think they stand a chance…"

"…A chance to kill me and free us…"

"That is my wish"

Another wish of the ethereal being called The Wisher is dropped into that infinite ocean, hoping to be picked up one day…